These little creatures, in the absolute unconsciousness of innocence, with their beautiful faces, olive-tinted bodies, — all the darker, sad to say, from dirt, — their perfect docility, and absence of prying curiosity, are very bewitching.

The visage is aquiline, olive-tinted, refined; but we can describe it more authentically in the terms of one of his enemies, Lieutenant de France, who became his prisoner in 1836, and who followed his movements for five months, taking down his daily talk and habits like